Lyrics:
new shoes, need a pair of 'em
Put 'em on one time never wear again
Beat it up twice then I fall back
Eat it all night and don't call back
Smack 'em
It's the best in the West
And the Southeast beast
Gold teeth, gold chain with a gold head freak
Yao Ming Mac-11, codeine purple heaven
'Cause I'm Max
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Grooovy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Grooovy
Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never
awesome pair of shoes with blue flashing lights on the sole
Oh How I wish I had them now them now, I'd keep them safe for when I die, when I'm old
They'd
Yeah we're quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses
You'd be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease
I dug up an old bottle
'round with like a hundred guns
Put a different pair of shoes on and start another run
Huh? These bitches icky, give me Vicky vibes
Niggas Timmy odd
new shoes and read everything by
Dostoevsky
And I know too
Exactly what he'll do
The old gal pulled out late last night
Is what he'll tell the guys
railroad tracks
Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let's go back
Follow the yellow
good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you
scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's
So what
and a collar and a tie
A nice old lady you will find by and by
Buy a pair of leggings and I'll color them blue
For a foxy old lady I'll make her too
I met
tote no pole for real
I can't trust nothin', I post on the block by myself
And you know that I'm holdin' steel
I cut off my old partners, my new
the headland meets the sea
Blue china and oyster shells
Us, and the old man makes three
Gulls and cormorants circle the bay
Down by the estuary
He came to help
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
designers cool
But it can't get me in that mood
Like a brand new pair of shoes
Or a fresh white tee
So yeah I pick and choose
Cause when they got you set
do
It's like fixin' broke cars, which fuel I'm a use
The TEC or the Uz', the MAC or the Rug'
Catch it when it's just you, you like it wasn't just
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas
Yes, you will
If your lucky you will know just how that feels
You step into a pair of shoes
That you swore you'd never fill
You say you won't
But
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
Once again its on nigga,
man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
packing bags
At the store
But it was either that
Or pack bags of the smoke
Had no Cheese
But I still Mac to these hoes
1 Pair of feet
To Match all my
With it's ribbons frayed and torn
By the careless whisk of
Many's a mountain breeze
An old trench coat that's
All battle-stained and worn
And breeches
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
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